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“We’re not missing the next person who moves a muscle. My first instinct is to help him but I’m yanked back down before I make it a step.
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The thief wearing a Kanye West mask, manning the front entrance of the bank, had shot Cole in the arm and he was bleeding all over the floor. A loud shot echoes through the small space and I swivel my head trying to see what’s happened while making sure everyone was okay.
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Just as I think that, from the corner of my eye, I catch Cole, one of our guards reach for his gun.
Bad timing tv#
I’d watched enough TV to know that was never a smart move. I look to the customers, they weren’t trying to be smart–that was good. I didn’t blame him, Brad Pitt stands over him menacingly. I try to catch his eye to reassure him but he’s squeezing them tight. Adam has his hands on his head, the closest one to me. The base of a column digs into my back and I focus on that to ground myself, scanning each robber, and where my employees were. I release a breath, trying to snap out of the shock I seemed to be in. I inch backwards to the counter as I watch them manhandle the customers and pull our bankers to the floor. “I said to put your hands up!” The one with a Brad Pitt face points the gun around the room as people scramble for cover. In all my time working here, I’d never been part of a bank heist and some part of me is frozen, mind blank. “Don’t touch a fucking thing!” I turn, seeing Adam’s shocked expression, just in time to be shoved to the floor by four people dressed all in black, and wearing celebrity masks. “Hands up!” A loud voice booms from behind me. Just as I walk up to the side door, waving at Adam who was walking out to greet me, a crash from the entrance startles me. Might have seemed like a win if that wasn’t when everything went downhill. I arrive breathless and sweaty 5 minutes early to the bank despite the cool weather. I button the blazer and put my scarf around my neck so it’s covered. I’m halfway down the lift when I realise I was still in my t-shirt. I rush to my room and apply minimal makeup, pull back my y/h/c hair and throw on my black cigarette pants and a blazer. Oh! Ask about his daughter’s new private school!” “Jesus,” I look at my outfit and the time-I barely had any time to make it to the bank it took me 40 minutes just to get to work.
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“Yess but he said he’s coming in at 10 and if you’re not here he’s switching banks for his personal and business accounts.” Adam stuttered. “Tell him I’m not in Adam, you shouldn’t even be calling me-I have the bloody day off.” One of our bigger clients was refusing to discuss his loan terms with anyone and wanted to speak to me directly. This was probably why, at 9am, I get a call from my assistant. I was my branch’s youngest director and even though it was a fulfilling job, I hadn’t had a day off since I got the position four months ago. It was going to be a relaxing long weekend where I could have a homemade meal for once and watch Netflix all day. I made sure my e-mails were forwarded, my clients were told I wouldn’t be in, and any internal matters were allocated to my assistant. I had booked Thursday and Friday off in advance. I’ve had this idea in my notes app for like a year, and I just decided to go for it this week! It’s a little all over the place as I set it up but I think the next part will go a lot better if you can stick with it (and I appreciate you if you can <3). A/N: This is you and your ex, (Detective) Harry, winding up in each other’s lives again after a traumatic event in your life.